Patterns

Poetry form:  Sort of and then none

POETIC EVOLUTION

TREE OF LIFE

I

do not

care about

poetic forms,

structuring my thoughts,

molding my words inside

patterns, forcing them into

corsets and calling it beauty. 

Dictates established before our birth

deform us.

Our branches reach toward a never-ending

sky filled with emotions we cannot contain.

That is why marriage never lasts between 

creativity

and

conformity.

 

 

© Joelle LeGendre